“He didn’t leave you alone.” Cammie’s tone was reassuring. “Quinn says he’s never seen Ramsay so cold, so focused. He’s … Christ, I’m worried he’ll kill the bastard who did it if he finds him.”
I flinched thinking about Halston.
Maybe it wasn’t Ramsay I needed to be worried about.
Cammie left midmorning to get something to eat in the cafeteria after I insisted. Once she was gone, I had nothing to do but stare at a blank wall and worry about what Ramsay was up to. They’d taken my belongings, so I didn’t have my phone. Cammie had thoughtfully reached out to London because I’d given her London’s number in case of an emergency. She said London’s boyfriend, Nick, picked up, and she’d informed him about my attack. He’d promised to let London know.
“He was kind of a rude prick,” Cammie huffed.
Yeah, that sounded like Nick.
I just hoped he didn’t send London into a panicked tailspin.
Cammie had only been gone around ten minutes when Janet appeared to let me know two police officers had arrived to talk to me. I assured her I was up to it.
The detective inspector was an older man who looked to be in his midfifties. Tall, broad of shoulder, and a little soft around the middle. His partner, a detective constable, was a younger woman. Maybe late thirties, early forties.
They introduced themselves as DI Peter Bishop and DC Louise Branford. Everything seemed normal at first. They took a statement from me about what happened.
But then DI Bishop said, “We have the suspect in custody.”
Shocked, I stared at them. The guy was masked and he got away by boat. I hadn’t expected them to find him. At least not this soon.
“A tourist took a photo of the boat and through that we found a registration. It led us to the suspect and the weapon. It had your DNA on it.”
I reeled with shock. “Th-that’s amazing.”
The officers shared a look, and the man offered a frown of his own. “It really is. It’s astonishing how quickly he was found. You must have friends in very high places, Ms. Silver.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we were provided with information that leads us to believe an American, Mr. Halston Cole, hired the suspect to attack you. Are you familiar with Mr. Cole?”
What the actual fuck?
I gaped at the officers. “Uh, yeah, he’s, um, the CEO of my family’s hotel business.”
“We’re working in coordination with the FBI and yesterday they arrested Mr. Cole. Do you know why Mr. Cole would attack you?”
Deciding it didn’t matter now because the article went to press next week, I quietly explained the situation.
The officers exchanged looks as they noted everything down. “Well …” DI Bishop seemed stumped on what to say. “Corporate manslaughter is a new one for us. But, uh, thank you for the statement. We’ll be in touch once we have more information.”
They departed bemused and left me wondering what the hell they’d meant by the statement “friends in very high places.”
Somehow, I knew without really knowing that this was all Ramsay.
Somehow, he’d not only found the man who did this to me, but he’d found evidence that led back to Halston Cole.
That raised the question: Where was Ramsay now?
31.Tierney
The next two days seemed to drag on forever. I insisted Cammie leave to get some sleep, so she booked into a nearby hotel and returned the next day.
Ramsay hadn’t shown again, but Cammie told me there were two new guys guarding my door. How Ramsay had gotten away with planting private security in a public hospital ward, I had no idea.
My surgeon told me I was healing nicely and my vitals were great, that they were happy to discharge me in the morning. I was surprised by how quickly I was allowed to leave until Cammie informed me that was standard with the National Health Service these days. They always needed beds and thus worked to unburden the system by discharging patients as expediently as possible. It didn’t worry me. I’d rather be home.
